Al Pacino I'm counting Robert DiNero If a bitch want more? Best believe me that I'm there You can catch me in the middle of that field like a scarecrow
a fire starting in my heart, Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark, The scars of your love remind me of us, They keep me thinking that
standard Make we wanna hang around, yeah Oh, baby tell me what this is beyond the hugs and kisses Why you gotta turn my smile upside down, yeah? You use to say the amount of blessings
left, I'd laugh while you wept How's it feel now? Yeah, funny ain't it, you neglected me Did me a favor although my spirit free you've said But a special
you would think I got it made Better look again I got a butler, got a maid, and a mansion The belief is that I'm living out a millionaire's fantasy
Yeah, c'mon I need a, I want a I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make ma wife I need a girl who's mine, oh mine I need a girl in ma
just hear a tight jam How it's on let make my maneuver Hit the alley saw a man in a Land Cruiser In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger
me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch
if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a
tell You Lord I do love You Verse 2: You are the only one who keeps on blessing me At times, I thought that I was blind You helped me see (Oh ho) And
a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press, who said my house was a mess Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin' All I did was build a
this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna (JUMP JUMP!!!!) Don't this shit make a nigga wanna [Busta Rhymes] Act a
curves Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it